The Study of Not Studying

  I'm waiting until the math puts itself into my head.
If it wants to be there, in with all of its irrational opponents,
  It will proceed
And the theorem will theorize itself.

  No one ever stopped
To wonder if the math
  Wanted it this way.
Some people just don't want to be found.

  Maybe if I dance around this book
And let my shadow caress its pages
  It'll leap out; the important stuff
And seep into my walls
  And keep me warm tonight, when I sleep.

Maybe thinking is all wrong
  And dancing is all right.

Math is pointless, they say
  But maybe we're the pointless ones.

Look out at me, numbers
  Absorb me.
I trust you to make the right choices.

  My brain is just a squishy pile
But you - you're perfect.